~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~

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Little Miss Tina's crinoline petticoats rustled enchantingly as Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother continued, "Complete your curtsey and ask Little Miss Tina to allow you to touch Her lace petticoats. each and every rustling layer, until you have cafefully corrected any wrinkled lace in Her adorable sweet pettis. Pettis, I might add, my dear boy, that Miss Tina wore especially for YOU!" Percy knew his Stepmother was serious by the tone in Her beautiful voice. And so, shamefully, little Percy completed the feminine curtsey he had been taught by Her, returned to a position of attention, and with his embarrassed red face, whispered, barely audibly, "Miss Tina, ... er...er...may I please have...er...er...permission to...er...er...touch...Your...er...er...Pet...ti...coats...?" Nancy Gilbert, Miss Prim and Percy's beautiful Stepmother all smiled triumphantly. Little Tina Gilbert sensed Her control over the snivelling sissy. "I suppose so, Percy. But ONLY to fix My lace. Miss Prim will NOT tolerate wrinkled petticoats under frilly party dresses. You better fix EVERY wrinkle on My Petticoats, Percy!" And with that statement, Pretty Little Tina Gilbert slowly raised the shiny, rustling satin skirts of Her frilly satin party dress to allow even more ~lacy~ petticoat tiers to expose themselves to the now clearly weak-kneed sissy. Dainty pink satin ribbon bows also adorned this most Feminine and pretty stiffly starched lacy outer layer of rustling white net...

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Poor...poor...poor little Percy Pinprick! Shamed. Embarrassed. Humiliated. His face flaming with shame. And yet...when it came right down to this moment...in front of the gathering of exquisitely beautiful, feminine, and domineering young women...and the pretty Little Petticoated Tomboy...Tina Gilbert...who has just embarrassed him in front of these beautiful ladies, including Percy's own strikingly feminine Stepmother, the simpering milktoast acquiesced to the Women in the room. Now facing little Percy, just inches away from his trembling fingers, were more lacy layers of stiff crinoline and net, each tier lacier than the next, teasing the little sissy-in-denial, daring Percy to reach out and as his greedy little sissy eyes feasted on this ultra ultra ultra ultrafemininity now confronting him. And as Miss Prim stood menacingly next to Her hapless little sissy victim, waiting to pounce on even his slightest little error, little percy gave in to all of his temptations. He had to!!! He just had to!!! He had to touch the beautiful little Tomboy's rustling clouds of net and lace...

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Percy's nervous little fingers now reached into the crackling and hissing layers of stiff white crinoline net and lavish white scalloped and ruffled lace. He plucked at wrinkled lacy hems, meticulously...n-e-r-v-o-u-s-l-y...managing to rearrange lacy layers which seemed even slightly out of place. His head sweating small beads of sweat around his forehead. His obedient reverence and submissiveness to this overwhelmingly feminine act on display for the beautiful Women - and Petticoated Tomboy Tina Gilbert - to enjoy. Stephanie Anderson studied closely the complete docility of the Stepson who had on so many occasions humiliated and embarrassed Her in numerous social situations in front of Ladyfriends. He had mocked Her for thinking that his father would ever favor Her over Percy. Openly defied Her on so many occasions. And now...ohhhhhhh yes...now...look at him. Poor Little Percy Pinprick. "Forced" to submit. Shamed into humiliation. Miss Prim decided to increase the humiliation. Glancing at Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother, Little Tina's Governess stated, "Ms. Anderson, an experienced Governess could do much for your naughty Stepson. It is obvious he needs the cultural refinement normally reserved for ultrafeminine Little Girls. After all, if I can petticoat a strong-willed Tomboy, like Miss Tina here, just imagine what could be done for Percy by the appropriate Governess skilled in the refinement and disciplining of recalcitrant young lads just like dear sweet little Percy ...

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Upon hearing Miss Prim's statement, poor little Percy's fingers froze...amidst the delicate crisply starched folds of white crinoline and ruffled white lace petticoat layers. Miss Prim, an amused smile on Her face, reprimanded Percy, "Percy!!! Why have you stopped? Perhaps you have a fascination with Little Miss Tina's petticoats that you would like to share with the Ladies? Hmmmm...?" Tina Gilbert's Stunning Governess pressed harder. Looking at Stephanie Anderson, Percy's beautiful Stepmother, Miss Prim stated, enthusiastically, "My dear Ms. Anderson, I know of a Woman, particularly skilled in the taming of young lads, who is currently available for employment as a Governess. A bit younger than I, but nonetheless, quite adept at breaking the rambunctious spirits of disrespectful youngsters...like your Stepson Percy." Percy quickly removed his hands from the rustling folds of Miss Tina's multitiered rustling lace petticoats. He looked desperate to his beautiful blonde Stepmother...a pleading look in his eyes. "My dear Miss Prim!" Percy's Stepmother exclaimed. "I would just love to speak with you about your dear friend. "Oh no!!!!!!! Nooooooooooo...! Please...Stepmother........please........nooooooo....noooooooo!" "How dare you interrupt me, Percy!" Percy's beautiful Stepmother reprimanded him. And the petticoated Tomboy, Tina Gilbert, giggled at Percy's outburst. Because Little Tina knew exactly who Miss Prim had in mind for Percy. "Miss Prim, may I please release my skirts?" Little Tina requested, careful to curtsey obediently before asking Her Governess. "Of course, my dear," Miss Prim allowed. "However," the Governess added, glaring at Percy, "It is clear that your dear little friend Percy neglected to fix all of the wrinkles in your petticoats, Miss Tina. And for that, my dear, you will be disciplined accordingly when we return home today." "Yes, Miss Prim," Little Tina responded, curtseying respectfully, but glaring at little percy, as if to say, "I'll get you for this, Percy!" But Percy was too worried about his own plight. Meanwhile, the proceedings were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Percy, standing in the ultrafeminine and lacy pinafore, desperately wanted to hide from anyone else who might be coming to visit. A fear gripped him that it might be one of his chums from school. He would die if any of them saw him dressed like this. But before Percy could say anything, his beautiful Stepmother left to answer the door. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise!!! Please come in, Ms. Johnson! We're just getting ready for tea." "Johnson," Percy thought to himself. Johnson? He didn't know any Johnsons, did he? None of his chums were named Johnson. But before little Percy could think to himself for another second, in walked a stunningly beautiful woman, perhaps in Her early 30's. Long jet black hair. Dressed in a pale pink shirtwaist dress. But what really stunned Percy was who accompanied Mrs. Johnson. NO!!!! NO!!! OH NO!!! It couldn't be!!! NO, it couldn't be! But it was. Ohhhhh yes. There he was...with his beautiful Mother. Little Timmy Johnson. The "sissy," as Percy and his chums had referred to little Timmy. The same little Timmy Johnson that Percy and his chums had made cry on the playground at school so many times with their relentless teasing about his feminine mannerisms. The same little Timmy Johnson who always got picked last...even after the Girls...for whatever sport they might be playing at recess. Percy had teased Timmy Johnson a hundred times worse than he had teased Tina Gilbert. And he had teased Timmy a hundred times more than the Tomboy. And now...standing before Percy...while Percy himself was attired in the frilliest and laciest of pinafores...was Timmy. "And YOU must be little Timmy!" Percy's Stepmother exclaimed with delight as She reached out to shake Timmy's little hand. But instead of returning the handshake to Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother, little Timmy enthusiastically gave Her a polite kiss on Her cheek. "What a simply adorable little boy!" Percy's Stepmother gushed. "Thank you, Ms. Anderson," little Timmy replied, dropping to his knees in an act of submissiveness. Timmy was impeccably dressed........in the most adorable Little Lord Fauntleroy suit. Short, tight black velvet shorts, a crisp heavily lace-embellished,  sheer white blouse, and a matching black velvet bolero jacket. His long blonde hair had been curled. A lavish white lace jabot completed the outerwear, along with Mary Jane style black patent leather strap shoes...with 2-inch heels. But what Percy focused on was...yes, it was clear to Percy...adorning little Timmy's legs were sheer white tights and (OMG) a 3-inch wide expanse of ruffled white lace peeking out from underneath the abbreviated tight black velvet short pants. Percy couldn't take his eyes off of the lace frillies. And Miss Prim knew it. Ohhhhh yes....Hester Prim knew exactly what to look for when one unsuspecting sissy was surveying another. And a satisfied grin crossed Miss Prim's pert lips...

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Stephanie Anderson addressed her Stepson, "Percy, my dear, I believe you know little Timmy...from school, do you not?" The room was electric as the Ladies...all of them...scrutinized little (petrified!) Percy.  Percy gulped. And, nervously, (instinctively, perhaps?), little Percy's fingers nervously plucked the lacy expanse of the ultragirly pinafore he was wearing before...OMG!...he caught himself. Ohhhhhh...what had HE done! Little Timmy and, more importantly, the pretty little Petticoated Tomboy, Tina Gilbert, caught him in the act, too! He stopped immediately! Meanwhile, Litte Tina was making delightful froufrou with Her rustling lace petticoats, exposing tantalizing glimpses of frilly petticoat lace to little Timmy. Teasing him. "Ooooooooo, Timmy! I do love your precious outfit! It is simply adorable!" Little Tina exclaimed. Her petticoats rustled and swished excitedly. Percy was still too stunned to say anything until..."PERCY!!!" Exclaimed his beautiful blonde Stepmother. How rude of you! You haven't even welcomed your dear little friend Timmy into our home. Aren't you even going to thank him from coming to your little tea party? Now you go over to Little Timmy and extend a personal greeting to him this instant!!!" Percy said nothing to acknowledge his beautiful Stepmother. Nor did he curtsey in acknowledgment of Her orders to him. Instead he reluctantly, and quite hesitatingly, sulked over to where the little boy was standing, now holding his beautiful young Mother's hand. As Percy grew closer, he feasted his greedy (sissy) eyes on little Timmy's exaggerated frilly (sissy) outfit. And when he got close enough to face little Timmy, just a few feet away, Percy could swear little Timmy was wearing...OMG!...yes...it had to be...faint traces of...yes...ohhhhhhh yes.......makeup. A pale frosty blue eyeshadow, just the slightest touch of pale pink powder blush on his cheeks and...yes...it had to be...pale pink lip gloss. "Hi Percy!" Little Timmy said, his voice characteristically high-pitched, as that of a Little Girl. And then the little sissy daintily took his delicate fingers, daintily caressed the wide lace expanse of his frilly pantaloons, and dropped an obedient curtsey. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh...how perfectly sweet!!!!" Percy's beautiful Stepmother gushed. Little Timmy returned to an attentive position, directly in front of Percy. He held out his hand for Percy to take. Percy did. Little Timmy's hand was weak, effeminate. And...Percy noticed, the sissy's fingernails had been perfectly manicured and polished with a pale pink fingernail polish. "My, Percy," Little Timmy commented, "That's such a pretty pinny you are wearing!" Percy gulped. His face burned with rage...and with humiliation. "It's soooooooo lacy!!!!" Percy froze. How debasing! But it was about to get even worse for Percy. "Percy!!!"Miss Prim's voice thundered. "You insolent and ungrateful little boy! Did you not hear Little 'Miss' Timmy's compliment?" Percy just froze with fear. Hester Prim continued. "You will curtsey to 'Miss' Timmy immediately and thank him for his kind words. If not, I shall ask your (Step) Mummy's permission to remove you from the festivities and allow Me to correct your behavior...in private!" Percy looked pleadingly at his beautiful blonde Stepmother. "Do it, Percy...this instant. Or I shall have Miss Prim remove you from this room and correct this most embarrassing behavior..."

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Little Percy frantically glanced around the room. The beautiful Women all were staring directly at him now.  Little Tina Gilbert had a smirk on Her beautiful face. Her little hands were now girlishly placed on Her hips. Her masses of stiff petticoats rustled enchantingly. Percy looked desperately at his beautiful, tall, blonde Stepmother. She laughed at Her recalcitrant little stepson's desperate predicament. Percy's face was red with anger and shame. And then the beautiful Miss Prim spoke, softly, but firmly, ""Percy, dear, I shall remove you from the room this instant and correct your behavior personally if you do not follow your Dear Stepmother's simple request. Now, you will curtsey femininely to Little Miss Timmy and compliment him on his sweet sissy outfit." Miss Prim never had to raise Her voice. And in a few seconds, poor little Percy minced over to stand directly in front of Little Timmy, dropped a deep curtsey, and whispered, "Timmy, you have a very pretty outfit." He almost gagged. "Oooooooohhhhhh.....thank YOU, Percy!" Little Timmy squealed. Would you like to come to my birthday party next month. Puhleeeeeeeze?!!!" Little Timmy begged Percy. "It is going to be a very ~special~ party." Percy froze, a quizzical look on his face. Before Percy could utter a word, his beautiful Stepmother said, "Special, Timmy? Oh please, do tell us!" "Allright!!!" Little Timmy squealed enthusiastically. "My best girlfriends are all coming to Mummy's boutique for a private tea party. And EVERY guest will be allowed to pick out  brand new frilly party dresses...for FREE!!! It's going to be sooooooooo much fun!!!"...

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Percy remained standing in front of the sissy Timmy while Little Tina Gilbert girlishly exclaimed, "Ooooooooo, Timmy! That sounds like sooooooo much fun!" She clapped Her little hands in delight! And then the beautiful Petticoated Tomboy minced over ever so close to a frightened Percy. She made delightful frou frou with Her stiff lacy net and taffeta pettilayers. She fingered their lacy hems. She glared at Percy. Placing Her hands on Her hips, Her petticoats rustling enchantingly, She taunted little percy. "YOU can be MY special little date to sissy timmy's birthday party, Percy. I may even let you help me pick out some frilly party dresses to try on!" The double entendre meaning from Little Miss Tina's comment escaped nobody in the room...especially Percy. And then the beautiful petticoated Tomboy looked at the beautiful blonde Woman, Stephanie Anderson, little percy's Stepmother, the same Woman percy had humiliated and embarrassed the entire time She had been married to percy's father. But now, with little percy's father out of the picture, Stephanie Anderson had a score to settle...with Her recalcitrant...and sissy...little stepson.   Curtseying deeply and obediently, Little Tina Gilbert, in Her sugary sweet, girliest voice, asked for permission to speak to percy's beautiful Stepmother. "Ms. Anderson, may your sweet little stepson percy be MY special date to little sissy timmy's very special birthday party?" Percy was desperate. His eyes looked pleadingly at his Stepmother. She never hesitated, instead glaring icily at percy first before excitedly approving the Petticoated Tomboy's request. "Why of course!!!!!!! Little percy will be delighted to accompany you, Miss Tina!" Stephanie Anderson gushed.